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A teenager, an old dog and their lesbian mom walk into the...

A colleague asked a few months ago, “Why did you stop writing for the local paper?”

I pondered, then smiled. “My last child at home is 17, my dog is a rescue from so close by I don’t want to reveal his provenance and I just came out to my congregation.”

He chuckled, “Those sound like three great columns to me.”